I was at UConn from '03 to '09, and the student section at the Civic Center was full for my first few years. The black market for student tickets was red hot. One could get $50+ for marquee matchups (face value was $5 or $10, I think). When I joined the cheerleading team, I continued to buy student tickets just to sell them. Getting to Hartford apparently wasn't an issue back then. Students found a way.
Reminds me of the time that I walked/hitchhiked to Hartford from Towers dorms. It was a Friday night, probably in January, and the temperature was well below freezing. I drunkenly declared that I bleed blue and white to such an extent that I was planning to walk to Hartford for the game the following day at noon against Syracuse. Someone replied, "You won't do it!" and that was all she wrote. I convinced two friends to come with me, and we bundled up, threw some beers in a backpack, and started our walk down 195. A Coventry cop drove us down route 44 up to the highway. During the ride, she asked us, "You haven't been drinking, have you?" and "Are you sure you're allowed to walk along the highway?" I am not sure if she was super ignorant and naïve or what, but we were grateful for the warm ride in any case.
During our walk down 384, a small pickup truck stopped and asked us what the heck we were doing. We told him we were walking to the game, and he offered us a ride into Hartford. As we were talking a state trooper pulled up and said he got reports of pedestrians in the travel lanes on the highway. He asked what we were up to, and we told him we were on our way to the game. He then asked us to prove it by showing him our tickets. We did, and he sent us on our way, telling us we were lucky that the motorist offered to pick us up, otherwise we'd be getting a ride to the station.
We got into the Civic Center around 5:30 Saturday morning, and we killed time talking to a homeless gentleman who regaled us with an alphabetical list from memory of the 100+ bands he had seen live in his lifetime. When he was done, we gave him our leftover beer and went to find somewhere to lay down. It was quite an epic journey.